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My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
A move made popular by the King of Pop.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?